> Washington Post - December 31, 2001
> Massive Food Delivery Averts Afghan Famine
>
> By Marc Kaufman
> Washington Post Staff Writer
>
> The delivery of unprecedented amounts of wheat to Afghanistan over
> the past month has averted a major famine this winter, international
> and American relief officials said last week.
>
> Although they are wary of claiming total victory, officials said they
> believe the overall food supply in Afghanistan is now sufficient etc etc
Compare and contrast with the following piece in today's Guardian; is it perhaps possible that the Washington Post & their US intelligence sources&masters are once again making Goebbels look like an amateur?
http://www.guardian.co.uk/Print/0,3858,4328292,00.html
Refugees left in the cold at 'slaughterhouse' camp
100 Afghans perish daily as strained aid network collapses under flood
of new arrivals
Doug McKinlay in Herat
Thursday January 3, 2002
The Guardian (London)
Maslakh camp, translated as Slaughterhouse in English, is on the brink
of an Ethiopian-style humanitarian disaster, aid workers have warned.
Situated 30 miles west of Herat city, the camp is home to more than
350,000 displaced Afghans, of whom 100 die each day of exposure and
starvation.
With more than 15 years working in humanitarian disasters, Ian
Lethbridge, executive director of the Berkshire-based charity Feed the
Children, says Maslakh is among the worst he has experienced.
"I always judge everything by what I have seen in Africa," he said.
"And this is on the scale of Africa. I was shocked at the living
conditions of the new arrivals."
Izzah Burza, 38, and her family have been at the camp, on the site of
a former abattoir, for a month. Escaping the war and drought, they
were drawn by the rumour of food. But to date they have received none.
"We travelled more than 125 miles to this camp," she said. When I
arrived I had four children, now I have two. We've had nothing to eat
for a week."
Her story is common. Although Maslakh was set up four years ago to
deal with the drought, the recent conflict has swollen the camp.
Fresh arrivals find themselves in a catch-22 situation. They cannot
get help until they are registered as refugees by World Food Programme
staff. But they cannot register without help. At the moment, the WFP
has only a skeleton staff at Maslakh, not nearly enough to deal with
the thousands already there, let alone those who show up daily.
Forced to make do outside the camp itself, the newcomers pitch
whatever shelter they can muster on a barren plain littered with human
waste. Families without any shelter are forced to dig foxholes in the
frozen earth to escape the biting wind. The lucky ones have a few
tattered blankets or torn plastic sheets as cover.
A stone's throw from the foxholes is one of the many graveyards on the
camp's edges. The small size of the graves is clear evidence that most
of the buried are children. With the coming of the winter snow, the
number of graves will grow.
As I walked among the throng I was continually mistaken for an aid
worker. Men thrust papers in my face, asking me to register them for
aid, while women pointed to their mouths, miming their hunger.
Children, too malnourished to move, sat shivering and listless, their
eyes black holes. Many wore only rags for clothes, some wrapped in
plastic in a vain attempt to generate heat. Most were barefoot.
Although next to no aid is getting to the camp, last week Feed the
Children managed to fly 40 tonnes of food and shelter into Herat's
airport on a 30-year-old Ilyushin cargo plane.
"There are only four bakeries attempting to feed up to 100,000
people," Mr Lethbridge said. "The most bread they can turn out is
8,000 loaves a day. We plan to get 60 bakeries going in the next few
weeks, helping people to feed themselves."
While the west was striking at the Taliban, many in Maslakh kept a
keen ear to the radio, listening for updates. With little fighting in
Herat province, they expected a quick response from western
governments. Aid was thought to be on its way. But with next to
nothing showing up, they feel bitter and let down.
"You are just taking pictures," one woman at the camp said to me. "You
are not here to help. We can't eat pictures. We are dying. We need
food and medicine."